All Together as a Family

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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They continue on in familial playfulness, Amalia fighting with fork and laughter as Deimos attempts to abscond with her food, briefly and blissfully distracted from the clothing, growing discomfort that irks and itches in her mind. Something is amiss, but she doesn't known what. Perhaps the foreignness of this experience, the strangeness of family dinner...

Yes, that must be it. It has to be.

There's talk of the mother they don't share, of Evie's ascension, of other things. Amalia is content to sit and listen, eating slowly and stealing sips of Deimos' wine, her intentions of sobriety tossed aside. It's when Deimos speaks again that the Shield doubles down, finishing the Sword's glass and wrinkling her nose against the ascerbic burn as she returns it to the table.

"Gods- imagine. The lives that could have been saved, the heartaches prevented." Shaking her head, the Shield looks to Sam, something haunted in her eyes. "Why couldn't it have been this year? Two people died in my arms, Sam, not to mention Rexanna and the other one- but no. The Voice had to wait." There's anger and pain in her voice, and the scars on her face glitter silver in the candlelight.

"No wonder you left her."

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you're breaking your own heart

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